Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1887-10-27


lit up and someone was visible, writing
at a desk.
Il wonder what keeps my colleague of
the pen up, o. nights, thought the young
stranger as he entered the office and
walked ieisurely up to its occupant
How are your" said he, II an Will
Dover of the New York Arbiter. Thought
Ia call and see how your noble bird is
Furnishing"
The person writing was sandy-haifed,
freokle faced, country boy, He looked
upon Dover's arrival as providential.
"I'm glad to see your said he, heartily
"I'm Bill Jones, an I'm left here to get
out the paper all alone. The editor is
down with the rheumatics, and the comp
has started off on a tramp. The page
is short, bout three sticks. Say mister,
will you write something to put in there?
I've bin tryin' for three hours, an can't,
but kin set it up"
Dover consented so pleasantly that
the ink-stained face of his petitioner
beamed with smiles. He quickly wrote
a report of the concert, bestowing lavish
praise apon all that took part in it, Of
Penelope Vaughan, he wrote: "Those
who have only heard her singing inane
topical songs, or other 'burlesqne' ditties
cannot realize the depth of feeling she
displayed in the simple English song.
For her own sake we advise her 20 give
up pink tights and devote her talents to
a higher grade of performances
"B'gum, I'm obliged to YER" said the
faithful neophyte, as Win finished. Il
get the form on the press tonight, an
b, l. 81 Of hull cd hty b fuu al
time.n
Win Dover walked slowly back to the
hotel, elated by the consciousness that he
had done a good deed
Many of the concert organizers were
assembled upon the porch of the Hemloek
Inn on the following morning when Bill
Jones appeared, yelling in finished news
boy style: HERES yer Eagle! Full &C
count of the grand concert" Never did
journalistic enterprise meet with a sui SIX
er return. Bil's stock was soon out, and
he hurried back to the Office for a new
supply.
The reading of the report created a
great sensation. penelope Vaughan, a
burlesque actress! Scandalous" A cho-
rus of II told you so,n arose. The guests
gathered in large circle and all talked
at once.
Penelope, the unconcious cause of all
this perturbation, was sitting within a
little boat.house upon the shore of the
lake. At frequent intervals she glanced
along the road, for, although she would
not have confessed it, she was waiting for
Rev. Arthur Marvin.
Presently the saw him advancing rap
idly toward the hotel. His appearance
alarmed her; he walked fast, and at times
shook stout cane violently in the air,
with fierce gesticulatious. As he came
nearer she saw he was in violent rage.
Beside him ran Bill Jones, the printers
boy.
Arthur stopped before the veranda.
as Mr.. William Dover here?n he demand
ed. From where she sat within the
boat-nouse. Penelope could hear plainly
all that was said.
The ladies were eager to know what he
thought of the astounding information
that had burst upon them that morning,
so tney ignored his question, and one of
them said sweetly: "We did not know we
were to be honored by professional as
sistanre last evening, Mr.. Marvin.
Arthur hit the ground savagely with
his cane. 81 have seen the statement in
the village paper that Miss Vaughan is
an actress" said he. 81 brand it as a
base calumny. / assure all it is untrue, a
lying story. This boy tells me it is the
fabrication of young man stopping
here. Is he presents"
| No one responded to his demand
Dover, indeed had Ief4 in search of gayer
scenes on an early train.
Arthur had caught a glimpse of we'll
known face near the windows of the toat-
| house, and he passed on toward it.
| With his words still ringing in her ears
-woI DIS that proved his faith in her-she
felt sickoning shamd as he came near
! She dreaded the interview; how hard her
/ story seemed to tell now!
As he entered he was startled at the
paleness is her face, the panied look IN
| her eyes. "PeRelOpe," he said tenderly
"do not grieva so. IT'S but silly lie
after all, not serious matter"
arthur" she interrupted, her voice
sounding hash and strange, arthur, the
story is true. am an actress. The ar
| | followed | learned with my mother;
help; it is our only support. have
nothing else to confess, Lothing else tt
conceal"
She paused, and then said, slowly
arthur, have deceived you. | should
hare told you this long ago.
viii you forgive me!'
Darling" said he, "you stand upor
the parting of two roads, between which
you must choose. One leads to the OLE
life, the other, whithery Shall We thread
together the new path? believe In you
love you. The soul within your eyes tell
you are good and true. The past Is gone
will you let me make your future?"
No need to question what her answe
was. Still, for fear some captious doub
ter might not be content, | reprint
telegram that flashed over the wires mex
day to New York:
Mr. George Garrick Comet Theater
l hereby resign from your compan
and from the stage. Have written rea
| sons ADA ADAIR.
H. J.. Fitzpatrick in Savannah Times